Post by ikuy on Jul 20, 2006 11:01:01 GMT -5
Name: Ikuy Mittsubishi
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Spieces: Shape Shifter
Type: cursed
Personality: He is very calm and adorable with a bit of an attitude problem. He's collected, if not a little frantic in his own ways. He's the cute type that you can't say no to, if not a little annoying, but he's collected and really hyper go lucky. He thinks hat everything is his fault, so he apologizes a lot of the time. He's scared of people and very skittish around women, seeing as he was controled in his pervious life (meaning in the past) by a woman whom owned him. She bought him from his parents, so he's scared of pain. He's far from perfect and he's also very calm when it comes to people fighting with him. He's not violant, but stands up for things he feels are right. He's scared of his sexuality, since he's not quite sure what it is yet. He's leaning more to the protectiveness of males, rather than having to protect women.
Description: He's rather short, only 5'4, which is tiny for a 17 year old. He has sand blonde hair laced with silver coloring. His eyes are an innocent blue color, but they change to red when he's angry, another thing that makes him feel he's a freak. His face is one of lost innocence, something that no one would get. He's also very sure that he's into guys more than girls, so his clothing is rather... tight. He likes to wear anything that looks good on him, naming mostly a white peasant shirt and black pants. He has black riding boots and also he has his hair always slipped back and very beautifully carved in his face. He has high cheek bones and scars on his back from his psycho owner.
In his puppy form he is a white huskey with grey spots on his back. His ear, the one on the right, is the color of the grey patch and the color of his eyes are an ice, puppy blue. He is too tiny to be a normal pup, more like the runt of the litter. He has tiny paws and he has a small little head. His snout is rather cute, and his body is small, too.
Ikuy is all around an adorable person, seeing as he's so small, but he cares for people so much.
History: Ikuy was born and raised in the small out country of the world, his small body was premature and his powers limited. His mother was a banshee woman, his father a shape shifter. But his mother's genes were those that were recessive. He looked more his father's son than his mother's. His mother, when he was 7 weeks, left them due to the danger she exalted to him and his father, so they were left alone. His father did a fine job of raising him until he was five, but was killed in a battle. He came from a waring land, you see.
When the news that his father, leader of their village, was killed a raid on their little homestead occoured. Ikuy was very beautiful, his hair the collor of spun silk, his eyes orbs of innocence. So he was captured to be sold, since that was the practice. He was indeed sold, to a woman whom treated him like a slave, and in other mannors when he was old enough. That is why he hates women.
He escaped from her when he reached 16, and never looked back. Once away from her he discovered his power of shape shifting, and loved every moment of it. His best transformation was into a little puppy. It was a white huskey with large, innocent blue eyes that can pull you into their depths. That was actually the only shape that would come to him easilly, so it's the one he uses the most. Soon following he discovered his telepathic powers. Included in them is teleportation, seeing as he's got alot of mental power, though he refuses to admit that he's smart at all, since he's afraid of being brought out before people. There's another thing about him, he's a little on the calming side, and he's also scared of people.
Ikuy is also very afraid of being alone, so he'll freak out.
Powers: He can change into a husky puppy, and he is half banshee, so he can kill with his cries. He's also telepathic
Talents: He can run swiftly and he can hide. He's good at helping people and he's better at his telepathic powers than he lets on. He is rather strong, but hides it in his humble actions.
Other: His most prized possession is a small necklace that he wears around his neck, his small throat tied in a small little knot.
RPG Example: (From another site)
Darkness stood on the stairway that lead to the Hufflepuff common room. He was dressed more respectfully that usual, a nice jean jacket over his black tee that showed his stomach muscles through it, a fishnet cover on his right hand with two safty pins in it for a little flare, a pair of light blue, stone washed jeans with artistic frays on the pockets and pen lining the legs in different lyrics that he'd written for his band, which was pretty much flowndering in the wizarding world, but very much alive with his muggle friends. He loved them all for their own... respective talents, like Markus and his need to push Darkness off a skateboard into a pool when he'd only learned to balance about three hours before.
"Come on, man, you're sixteen, about time you learned to GO!" and with that he hadn't been able to feel his lower regions, due to a thick, numbing pain that made him want to cry; aka he'd gracefully bit the dust and tore skin, bone, and what ever else had happened to get in his way. But oh, well, it was still fun and at that point in time he was glad that he was magic and his mother was still witch enough to heal her only son of the pain that was about to make him cry like a three year old after a stolen cookie. It was fun, really.
On his head he wore a light yellow beanie, drawing out the depth of his ocean eyes and his shoes were the original black converse with yellow laces with little fish on them (it was all he could find animal wise...) . Had to show a little house pride for the girl he liked. Hufflepuffs were awesome, and he didn't want to look too much like a real jerk, did he? No, not really.
But he didn't care. He'd not worn eyeliner, no cover ups, just him. Darkness Darkwood. He'd even removed his lip and tongue ring for this. Grace was that important to him. It kind of reminded him of a song that he had heard on the radio, that was by Dido. She was pretty awesome in herself, but Darkness had an apology song for Grace, counting that if she wanted, she could stomp his emotions flat, or she could embrace their friendship again. He wouldn't be selfish about this. Maybe it was his sheer deternination to have her back in his life that made him continue trying and keep at trying to get her to at least acknowlage that he was a living, breathing being, because more than anything, that silence made him want to cringe and run in fear, not to mention that they had had good times togther, like painting and the dance at the yule ball back when he was a second year. He'd scarcely been taller than her when that was. And now... he was a freaking mountain. Was that fair that she had to look up at him like that? No, not really.
He closed his eyes, thinking that there was nothing really that he could do about that, all for cut his own legs off, when he pulled his guitar closer to him, and played a few cords for the sake of being prepaired. Dark had been playing the guitar since his third year, so he was fair at it, his voice is where he stood out in his band. He was a tenner, with a voice that could reach sopprano like heights.
He wished he could play the piano, but that wasn't to be, since he didn't really KNOW how to play the piano. But he could try on the guitar, and he'd been up all night, in the common room, playing his heart out to get the notes just right. And it was nice. It was actually composed of the right notes.
((Sorry for any spelling errors in my sheet))
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Spieces: Shape Shifter
Type: cursed
Personality: He is very calm and adorable with a bit of an attitude problem. He's collected, if not a little frantic in his own ways. He's the cute type that you can't say no to, if not a little annoying, but he's collected and really hyper go lucky. He thinks hat everything is his fault, so he apologizes a lot of the time. He's scared of people and very skittish around women, seeing as he was controled in his pervious life (meaning in the past) by a woman whom owned him. She bought him from his parents, so he's scared of pain. He's far from perfect and he's also very calm when it comes to people fighting with him. He's not violant, but stands up for things he feels are right. He's scared of his sexuality, since he's not quite sure what it is yet. He's leaning more to the protectiveness of males, rather than having to protect women.
Description: He's rather short, only 5'4, which is tiny for a 17 year old. He has sand blonde hair laced with silver coloring. His eyes are an innocent blue color, but they change to red when he's angry, another thing that makes him feel he's a freak. His face is one of lost innocence, something that no one would get. He's also very sure that he's into guys more than girls, so his clothing is rather... tight. He likes to wear anything that looks good on him, naming mostly a white peasant shirt and black pants. He has black riding boots and also he has his hair always slipped back and very beautifully carved in his face. He has high cheek bones and scars on his back from his psycho owner.
In his puppy form he is a white huskey with grey spots on his back. His ear, the one on the right, is the color of the grey patch and the color of his eyes are an ice, puppy blue. He is too tiny to be a normal pup, more like the runt of the litter. He has tiny paws and he has a small little head. His snout is rather cute, and his body is small, too.
Ikuy is all around an adorable person, seeing as he's so small, but he cares for people so much.
History: Ikuy was born and raised in the small out country of the world, his small body was premature and his powers limited. His mother was a banshee woman, his father a shape shifter. But his mother's genes were those that were recessive. He looked more his father's son than his mother's. His mother, when he was 7 weeks, left them due to the danger she exalted to him and his father, so they were left alone. His father did a fine job of raising him until he was five, but was killed in a battle. He came from a waring land, you see.
When the news that his father, leader of their village, was killed a raid on their little homestead occoured. Ikuy was very beautiful, his hair the collor of spun silk, his eyes orbs of innocence. So he was captured to be sold, since that was the practice. He was indeed sold, to a woman whom treated him like a slave, and in other mannors when he was old enough. That is why he hates women.
He escaped from her when he reached 16, and never looked back. Once away from her he discovered his power of shape shifting, and loved every moment of it. His best transformation was into a little puppy. It was a white huskey with large, innocent blue eyes that can pull you into their depths. That was actually the only shape that would come to him easilly, so it's the one he uses the most. Soon following he discovered his telepathic powers. Included in them is teleportation, seeing as he's got alot of mental power, though he refuses to admit that he's smart at all, since he's afraid of being brought out before people. There's another thing about him, he's a little on the calming side, and he's also scared of people.
Ikuy is also very afraid of being alone, so he'll freak out.
Powers: He can change into a husky puppy, and he is half banshee, so he can kill with his cries. He's also telepathic
Talents: He can run swiftly and he can hide. He's good at helping people and he's better at his telepathic powers than he lets on. He is rather strong, but hides it in his humble actions.
Other: His most prized possession is a small necklace that he wears around his neck, his small throat tied in a small little knot.
RPG Example: (From another site)
Darkness stood on the stairway that lead to the Hufflepuff common room. He was dressed more respectfully that usual, a nice jean jacket over his black tee that showed his stomach muscles through it, a fishnet cover on his right hand with two safty pins in it for a little flare, a pair of light blue, stone washed jeans with artistic frays on the pockets and pen lining the legs in different lyrics that he'd written for his band, which was pretty much flowndering in the wizarding world, but very much alive with his muggle friends. He loved them all for their own... respective talents, like Markus and his need to push Darkness off a skateboard into a pool when he'd only learned to balance about three hours before.
"Come on, man, you're sixteen, about time you learned to GO!" and with that he hadn't been able to feel his lower regions, due to a thick, numbing pain that made him want to cry; aka he'd gracefully bit the dust and tore skin, bone, and what ever else had happened to get in his way. But oh, well, it was still fun and at that point in time he was glad that he was magic and his mother was still witch enough to heal her only son of the pain that was about to make him cry like a three year old after a stolen cookie. It was fun, really.
On his head he wore a light yellow beanie, drawing out the depth of his ocean eyes and his shoes were the original black converse with yellow laces with little fish on them (it was all he could find animal wise...) . Had to show a little house pride for the girl he liked. Hufflepuffs were awesome, and he didn't want to look too much like a real jerk, did he? No, not really.
But he didn't care. He'd not worn eyeliner, no cover ups, just him. Darkness Darkwood. He'd even removed his lip and tongue ring for this. Grace was that important to him. It kind of reminded him of a song that he had heard on the radio, that was by Dido. She was pretty awesome in herself, but Darkness had an apology song for Grace, counting that if she wanted, she could stomp his emotions flat, or she could embrace their friendship again. He wouldn't be selfish about this. Maybe it was his sheer deternination to have her back in his life that made him continue trying and keep at trying to get her to at least acknowlage that he was a living, breathing being, because more than anything, that silence made him want to cringe and run in fear, not to mention that they had had good times togther, like painting and the dance at the yule ball back when he was a second year. He'd scarcely been taller than her when that was. And now... he was a freaking mountain. Was that fair that she had to look up at him like that? No, not really.
He closed his eyes, thinking that there was nothing really that he could do about that, all for cut his own legs off, when he pulled his guitar closer to him, and played a few cords for the sake of being prepaired. Dark had been playing the guitar since his third year, so he was fair at it, his voice is where he stood out in his band. He was a tenner, with a voice that could reach sopprano like heights.
He wished he could play the piano, but that wasn't to be, since he didn't really KNOW how to play the piano. But he could try on the guitar, and he'd been up all night, in the common room, playing his heart out to get the notes just right. And it was nice. It was actually composed of the right notes.
((Sorry for any spelling errors in my sheet))